Führer of this Nation.

a trilogy

“Fo you. What brings you here at this hour?”

"Ah— do I need a reason now to see my little brother?”

"With the Promised Day drawing this near, I would assume your presence does not come without purpose."

          “Hrmfo, this isn’t a matter you should get involved with, Rockbell. Not unless you want to come out the other side unscathed.”

            “The one time you ever seem threatening and it’s in between 'fo's.' Regardless, I’m not the one you need to worry about with this kind of information.”

    "Remove him?"

"Sister."

      “Puppy. Wrath.”

"Fo you. What brings you here at this hour?"

        “… Fo?”

"Sister."

                 ”— — We are never to speak of this again, do you understand?”

“… Does your wife know about this?”

          "Hrmfo, this isn't a matter you should get involved with, Rockbell. Not unless you want to come out the other side unscathed."

    Fofofofo.

       ”… That’s it, I’m taking you to the hospital. Are you in pain, can you stand? Why are you  f o - i n g ?”

                 "-- -- We are never to speak of this again, do you understand?"

           ”Fofofofoffofo.”

    Fofofofo.

He stalled, if only to raise a single brow. “Why, you ask? You were all nuisances. I came to collect Greed, and each of your pathetic cohorts were bent on getting in my path. The only logical response was to eliminate them.”

“—But we weren’t bothering anyone, Bradley!” she continued, her eyes narrowed with fury, hate, and murderous intent. “You’re a liar. You gave the orders to eradicate all of us even before you stepped foot in the Devil’s Nest. Before my friends had the chance to leave peacefully.” In one, swift movement, the chimera drew her dagger, holding it ready. It’s gleam reflected the look in her eyes- she wanted to kill him. “You’re going to pay for what you did.” 

"Liar I may be, but that still doesn't quite answer how you out of several others managed to survive. If each of you are genetically engineered as such, wouldn't it make sense for everyone to have lived?" Catching glance of the snake's offensive gesture, the homunculus rested a hand upon his blade, "Oh, is that a fact? And how, exactly, could you attempt explaining the murder of this nation's Führer?"

“Well that’s one way to make ‘first’ impressions.”

“Why not take a seat, Ms. Rockbell? I’m sure Lieutenant Hawkeye has tea prepared for the two of us.”

“… ‘kay. Is there something important you wanted to talk about? Seems pretty unlikely for you to be able to fit tea in your schedule.”

"Oh, I'm sure things will be quite alright if I allow myself five minutes of relaxation. Now then; I think it would be best if we discussed your little friend, Mr. Elric."

“I like to think not all my efforts were in vain— Tell me, chimera, where stand the rest of your filthy companions?” 

“Dead. You killed them, you scum. Or don’t you remember?” the chimera hissed a lie. “Them and Greed. Now it’s my turn. Why? Why, Bradley, did you slaughter us?”

He stalled, if only to raise a single brow. "Why, you ask? You were all nuisances. I came to collect Greed, and each of your pathetic cohorts were bent on getting in my path. The only logical response was to eliminate them."